The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.

Friday, January 27, 2017

The Cold, Day Two

Or possibly Day 2.5. Whatever. Yesterday, I scurried around and loaded up on supplies and nostrums (facial tissue, cough drops and zinc pills but alas, no donuts) and headed off to work. Four and a half hours later, dizzy, nose constantly running, I realized I was panting and gasping if I did anything but sit in place. I checked in with my boss and knocked off for the day.

On the way home, I made the slowest five-and-dime trip of my life to pick up some more palliatives: Zycam and Vick's Vap-O-Rub. Vick's is just an anti-stuffiness aid but it's comforting -- it was the cold treatment of my childhood. Zycam may or may not be all that effective but for me, it seems to help more than half the time.

I got home mostly on instinct, nearly all of it on streets where 30 mph is perfectly acceptable, seeing as it is the speed limit. I had a bite to eat and went to bed by 3:45 p.m., and stayed there until six this morning. Didn't heve much trouble getting back to sleep each time stuffiness woke me, either. I drifted between chills and feeling overheated. Kept up with the various OTC treatments and this morning--

The fountains of my sinuses have slowed but not stopped. The back of my throat itches; the backs of my eardrums itch (!), or at least it feels as if they do. My temperature is still a little up and down -- but I feel much better. Or I did until I ate; now my temperature is climbing. But that's usual for me and I'll ride it out.

2 comments:

May I suggest that you consider getting a stress test for your heart? Back in 07 I was having some shortness of breath that I attributed to just being over-weight and out of shape. Since my father had died young with a heart attack I decided to get it checked out, long story short wound up having a triple by-pass. Something to keep in mind if the condition persists. Best to you and Tam.

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